It started with Florida State and I (like ya do) ended up losing that pack of notes – I would have loved to see if there was a mention of the University of Queensland. My email says I contacted 33 schools about getting in - all of them said no.
I started this on a porch in San Marcos...
...and ended it
on a porch in Brisbane…
When I moved here I didn’t expect to be doing what
I’ve done over the last 2 weeks. I’ve started to re-watch the West Wing, I also
started season 10 of E.R. I’ve won 2 superbowls on xbox, and had 2 massages
over 3 weeks.
I figured I’d be sand boarding down sand dunes, or
skydiving over Byron. I figured I’d be in Sydney every other weekend, or at the
beach writing this. I assumed I’d have a motorcycle, but forgot they drive on
the ‘wrong’ side of the road here. I thought I'd be here...all the time:
I assumed I’d be chillin, I guess I’m just used to
working.
I haven’t had to write any papers, call any banks,
teach any classes, or email any program directors. I haven’t had any lattes to
make, any burritos to roll, any patients to code, and there is certainly no
laundry to be done.
Wait; check that, this shirt smells iffy.
I didn’t expect to not have anything to do. This is the first time in 3 years I haven't had any school to email, any classes to teach, anything 'else' going on.
In San Marcos it was Korea, in Korea it was grad-school, in Austin it was Australia.
Now its just school, and nothing else. Finally...
Though, I’m a
little freaked out by the lack of emails and the lack of objectives – but its
finally nice to sit back and be into school. I’ve worked for 3 years to make
this happen, 2 weeks off may be needed.
I know I’ll end up regretting lying around watching TV
in a country that I’ve barely seen. Sydney will cost a grand, Perth will be
800, and Melbourne will be around 500. I’ll (hopefully) have a job next
semester, and a similar schedule so I think I’ll do the responsible thing and
wait it out. It seemed to work well in Korea.
I did the same thing in Korea during my summer break
(all of 4 days), I just watched TV. It could be time to do that. To not work
through 4 countries before I get into fucking grad school. Damn this was a pain
in this ass.
I never regretted watching Son’s of Anarchy…
I’ll always regret leaving Korea, and always think
that I should have been on that bike instead of in front of the TV - but that regret
is inconsiderate of the previous year I had in that amazing life – something
that is never going to happen again. It’s inconsiderate of the patients waiting
in Austin, or the professors in Brisbane.
It’s inconsiderate of this:
Applying that same theory to Brisbane every day, I
ignore the cold and rainy weather Brisbane is (apparently) known for during its
“winter” and I head down to Coffee Club at Toowong. I’ll sit there, have a cup,
and read the New York Times.
…damn I’m getting old.
Everything costs money here, a sandwich is 8 bucks and
a coke is 4. 12 bucks for lunch on a random Tuesday is rough – but just think
of how much a night out drinking will cost. Every beer I buy is canceling my
ticket to Melbourne, that is prolly why West Wing is of the highest priority.
These 2 weeks have been brilliant, and as any 26 year
old single dude should do...I’m gonna go have a few beers at the Piggy and
enjoy a good night. Tomorrow I’m gonna spend 3 cups of coffee with and Jason
and Deb, 2 hours of scholarships, and the rest on TV and xbox. I have no desire
to go to the opera at Queens Street tomorrow…
Sometimes I guess, I just live here and I’m not
‘visiting’ here…
Its weird when ya start getting to that 6 month mark,
I’m realising I don’t want to go out tonight and I don’t want to go to the
Opera. It hit me in Korea too, I realised that I live here, and I’ve got damn
near a 18 months to do things:
- Get a Masters degree
- Touch the Great Barrier Reef
- Skydive in New Zealand
- Ride this:
And go here:
- Drop a pin in the Sydney Opera House
- Get in a World War II fighter plane
- Drink a beer on the South Pole
Tomorrow is not the time for that, it will be soon...
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